He headed away from the lagoon that day, finding himself near the Labyrinth. He never spent much time here but he knew the others did. Perhaps that was why he was here. He had been lonesome and guarded after the strange man on the border. Rokig knew he could not stay on the outskirts forever. His home needed to know he was still well and present. That he had not gone missing again.
Silver eyes peered into the illuminated cavern, wondering who he might spot. The children? Perhaps Stockholm or even Seelie? He wondered how she had been healing after the incident and of course how Stockholm was taking it all.
The Seawolf let out a soft chuff to announce his presence in case anyone was nearby.
Having been raised in the depths of the Labyrinth where the youth would all be secret and safe, Thresher had become immensely adept at traversing through the wet, slippery tunnels, and had no issues whatsoever navigating in the dark, either. Sound carried incredibly well through the chasms, so she had learned to tiptoe as silently as possible, so as to travel unnoticed when she wanted to sneak around on her own. She enjoyed the cool air and the whisper of the wind that echoed through the caverns, and found the darkness comforting. Needless to say, when she heard the soft breath of a wolf quietly beckoning her parents from the entrance, she was intrigued and moved silently toward the entrance to the labyrinth.
The face there was unfamiliar to her, so she hung back, peering shyly around a ridge as she eyed him up. There wasn't an unkindness to his features, but there was a sort of homeliness about his eyes and cheekbones; not that Thresher had a trained eye for beauty anyway. She wasn't much more than a new juvenile, and wasn't a terribly judgemental creature as her upbringing, so far, had more or less been flawless. In seeing no malice in his features, she peeked around a bit more, just so her muzzle and eyes could be seen, as well as her tufted ears, which were pricked in interest. Her tail wagged behind her, wriggling quickly between her hocks and she huffed a quiet, whispery hello to him.
Eventually someone responded. A light airy sound that very well could have been Coelacanth but it was not. His eyes spotted the child. A nice combination from who he knew her parents to be. Rokig had not been properly introduced to each and everyone one of them but he knew Undersea's youngest residents were the child of Stockholm and Coelacanth.
Hello.
He called out softly as he lowered himself a bit, a crooked grin on his features. Did she talk yet? How old was he when he started to talk? Gods, he couldn't even remember. His childhood had always been swiftly blocked out.
There was a soft pain in his chest but he didn't let it show on his features. Rokig could only hope and pray her childhood would be enjoyable, lovable and looked back on fondly.
When he spoke, she inferred immediately that he was friendly. He had a funny, sort of lopsided smile, and he lowered his body which Thresher immediately took as an invitation to play, but being much more shy than her siblings, she didn't hurl herself forward or move toward him right then. She smiled faintly, and withdrew behind the curve in the wall for a moment as a breathy, girlish giggle resonated in her throat, as whispy and silven as a spider's silk. When she peeked out at him again, she moved forward a bit, so that she was no longer hidden, as she had been taught to be polite, even if she was a bit shy.
Her tail wriggled between her hocks still, and she regarded him with an eager and inquisitive gaze. She didn't know who he was, but he had to be one of them; perhaps a new member...But there was something somewhat familiar about him. She thought she remembered him, from long ago- but her earliest memories of the members of the pack she'd met as a pup were quite blurry. Still, something told her that they had met before, so she was willing to trust him. "Hullo," She replied, her voice light and quiet. Thresher was not a wolf of many words- and the few she did speak were often hardly audible. But, like her mother, she was perfectly capable of communicating with her expressions and body language.
Stockholm had been dozing; drifting in and out of that pleasant place between fully asleep and completely awake, the warmth of Seelie’s small figure tucked against his back. When he had first drifted off, several of their children had been part of the pile, but when a sound stirs him awake he finds that all four are now absent. It is not an alarming thing though, by any means. The Labyrinth is where they had been raised from day one, he was certain they knew every inch of it by heart now, and could navigate it with ease.
He lifts his head from the ground and cups his ears before slowly rolling over so as not to wake Seelie as he gets to his feet. His movements start out slow, muscles stiff from the healing injuries, but once he gets going his gait is much smoother and the limp much less noticeable than it had previously been.
The Overseer makes his way towards the entrance, the breeze from outside carrying a pair of familiar scents and he smiles at the quiet sound of Thresher’s voice. He steps out into the light behind his daughter moments later, tail swaying back and forth slowly in a lazy wag. “Rokig,” he greets warmly, pleased to see the Seawolf as their paths had not crossed again since that day on the beach with Aditya.